I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier I’m gonna live like tomorrow doesn’t exist, like it doesn’t exist I’m gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry I’m gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
The Oaks Hotel ~ Alnwick, Northumberland
Dirty Dick’s Pub ~ Edinburgh
Wynn Hotel ~ Las Vegas
Edinburgh Castle ~ Edinburgh
Excalibur Hotel ~ Las Vegas
Sia’s painfully exquisite piece “Chandelier” is about partying to excess. I’m about as far away from a “party girl” as one can possibly be, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a good chandelier. Given the opportunity (which has eluded me thus far), I doubt I’d swing from one, either. Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate their beauty, regardless of how many (too-many-to-count) stares and murmurs I may encounter whilst looking up at ceilings.